Looking at Roberta Rampazzo's Illusion Side Table, you can't help but fall into a vortex of heavy thoughts. Are the legs crossing? Are they bent? Are there three legs? Four legs? Five legs? Does this still adhere to the platonic ideal of what a table is? Will I be a better person for having one? Would my parents approve? Is it more valuable than significant others in my life? Can I take it with me into the afterlife?